Early morning, the thin fog was just rising, the rising sun cast its glow from the east.
"Grandmaster, take care along the journey."
At the gates of the Positive Pole Sect, Yang Jiuding looked reluctant to part, behind him were all the disciples of the Positive Pole Sect.
"Everyone, we shall meet again."
Fist in hand, Shi Xiaole gave a smile, turned around and departed, his figure quickly disappearing at the street corner.
"I wonder if we'll ever see the Grandmaster again."
A disciple sighed.
"We surely will. The Grand Competition will start next year, and both the Senior Brother and the Second Senior Brother will participate. Given the Grandmaster's exceptional talents, how could he be absent?"
"Ah, indeed, I nearly forgot about that."
The atmosphere of parting was instantly broken, and the disciples start to chatter and discuss, their words filled with anticipation.
"The Grand Competition, huh?"
Yang Yi's eyes were filled with fervor.
